Kiki Owns Amelia

"I heard you could help me out."
Kiki was already sizing up Amelia as the young Asian girl approached her in the women's locker room.
"Probably. What do you need help with?" said Kiki encouragingly.
"I..."
"What's your name?"
"Amelia." the younger girl answered.
Being a year out of college made Amelia the youngest member of the Amazonia Boxing Club and she was hesitant about approaching senior members. But Will, one of Amelia's friends-with-benefits
recommended Kiki, who did session work between acting gigs.
"So what do you want to be helped with?"
"I...want someone...to knock me out."
"Oh yeah? Who by? Wonder Woman? Want to get roughed up by a guy?"
"By you." Amelia admitted.
Kiki had a new friend. "Come here."
She lead Amelia into an empty dressing room.
"Now there is something you need to know before we go forward."
Before Amelia could ask "What?", Kiki slugged her hard on the jaw. In the few seconds of  transition to dreamland, she made two furtive steps toward Kiki, who gently took hold of the girl. Kissing Amelia on the forehead, Kiki settled Amelia on the rub down table. Kiki circled the cell phone number on her business card and wedged it gently between Amelia's demure breasts.

Sometime went by before Amelia realized Kiki had given her a free sample of what she could be done for a client. Amelia wanted more.  The session was arranged for next Saturday.
During their conversation, Amelia gave Kiki the basic details of her fantasy. "And I've always wanted an older man to punch me out."
"Okay." said Kiki casually. The sound of fingers playing on a laptop keyboard was distinct on the line. "What kind of man?"
"Older, in his forties or fifties."
"Kind of on the paternal side, but still sexy?"
A jolt of arousal hammered Amelia and she gleefully uttered, "Yes!"
"Got it. Anything else?
"After the match, when I come around, I want to..."
"Understood." Kiki gave her the price for a three hour session. Amelia agreed. "See you Saturday afternoon."

Amelia parked her car in one of the few available spaces by the entrance to Curvies, a former work out center that Kiki used for sessions. Her heart raced when she saw the door being opened by Kiki,  who decked her only a few days earlier.
"Come on in, Amelia, how are you?"
Kiki was wearing white, foxy boxing trunks, cut almost to her hips. Her melon like breasts filled out a peach-red bikini top. When Amelia handed her a wad of cash, secured by two rubber bands, Kiki guided her to a large room that housed a boxing ring. Waiting for them at one of the turnbuckles was tall, well built man in trunks. His azure eyes and salt and pepper hair were the first thing Amelia saw.
"This is Victor, an old friend of mine. He's going to help us out today."
"Hello, Amelia."
His deep voice made Amelia melt inside.  "Hello..."
"I'll take care of this," said Kiki turning to leave. "Amelia, tie up Victor's gloves."
Victor extended his arms, wrists up, to Amelia, who grasped the white laces and pulled on them hard.
"You are a pretty girl, Amelia!" Victor said when their eyes met. "Especially your eyes. Did you know that?"
Amelia pulled hard on the knot she just tied.
"Do any of the boys tell you that? How beautiful you are?"
When she finished with the second glove, Victor held it in her face.
"Say good night to Daddy!"
Amelia heard the "WHAP!" of leather striking her face and she dropped into blackness.

When the darkness was gone, Amelia was laying in the center of the ring. As she sat up, carefully, Amelia discovered she was wearing red boxing gloves when she tried to sooth the throbbing in her cheek. Then she saw she was dressed in foxing boxing trunks like Kiki's and a tight top. Strong female hands clasped her arms and moved her to her feet.
"I got you ready for the match, honey. I hope you don't mind."
It was Kiki who steadied the young girl as Amelia's vision cleared, revealing Victor walking to them from the opposite corner.
"I helped out, too." he said. Amelia felt a warm shiver. She had been unconscious and naked in Victor and Kiki's hands.
"You ready?" Victor asked. Amelia shook off the residual pain and dizziness and rasied her gloves. "I'm ready!"

Victor was gentleman about giving Amelia her heart's desire. Slow and methodical, Victor hit Amelia hard, concentrating on her body, giving her a few seconds to savor the agony, before unloading again.
Amelia felt the knock out coming faster with each blow she took. When Victor saw the sweetly exhausted look she had in her eyes in round three, he finished Amelia off.
Victor and Kiki carried the slumbering Asian girl to a bed room beside Kiki's office. They stripped off her trunks and top, but kept here boxing gloves on, folding them over her pussy. They took digital pictures of the defeated girl and left her to sleep off the KO.

Victor took Amelia when she recovered. They agreed to met that weekend for dinner. As she was leaving, Kiki asked her to wait a minute.
"You're not finished here."
"What?" Amelia sighed, still feeling the afterglow of her time with Victor.
Kiki's fist swung out from behind her back and crashed into Amelia's face. Stars detonated around Amelia. Kiki carried her to the dressing room. She'd get to know Amelia.